This doesn’t feel right. Not my hands—they’re grasping strongly. Not my legs—they’re kicking up dust. Yes, I’m youthful again. My heart is strong. But me, I’m wrong. I’m not me. Then who is thinking this? We are. Me and this stranger in my head.
The stem cells have worked, just like the doc said they did in the mice. And the fog of confusion is gone. But I’m not me anymore. These are my stem cells. This is my brain—younger, better, stronger.
But why do I want to jump on that hog and speed away?
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
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Interesting concept – there’s a lot of scope in it. And some interesting experiences for the narrator, I’d guess.
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Thanks so much, Sandra
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Sometimes we have to remind ourselves who we are, even without the stem cells but if your protagonist’s a writer, this could be a rich seam to mine. One hundred very imaginative words and for the lighter-of-heart I predict there may be mention of cheese at some stage!
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Thanks so much, Gromett
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Please never let them do this to my brain if my body is old and feeble!
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Don’t worry. Unless you’re very rich, it won’t be offered
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That’s why.
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Thanks, James
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